Someone asked me what winter is. I vaguely remembered our interlocking fingers in winter. In my memory, your hands were always cold. I said I am your little sun. It was a cold and windy day, with fallen leaves flying everywhere, and we kissed. At that time, we were cautious but deeply in love and couldn't help ourselves. We always complain that the road is too short, and you always say that I wear too little, so you put my hand in your pocket to keep warm. It was very warm with you at that time, so I fell in love with winter.
Later, we ushered in the first snow of winter, but we did not enjoy the first snow together. What awaited us was the ending of breaking up. It's obviously not cold when it snows, but it's cold when it snows, but why am I so cold when it snows? So, I hated winter again.
Intention: Regret